Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.